A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much to whoever is reading this, I have been planing this book for half-a-year now. Enjoy, you'll see major changes in the storyline soon! Drop me a review, pretty please.
The alarm showed Saturday, 7:00 AM.
The sound of airhorn echoed through the house, followed by a hit and a thud somewhere upstairs. Sam groaned, questioning his motives for choosing the alarm sound for the thousandth time. Deciding that laying on the floor rolled up in his blanket will not do him much good, he stood up and still half-asleep made it to the bathroom. Coolness of water felt good on his face and he was a new person when he emerged from it. He quickly changed and ran down the stairs in his usual fashion. As he thought, his parents were already downstairs, packed.
" Morning kiddo. " Ron greeted him with a heavy clap on the shoulder and Sam tried not to wince as he returned the greeting.
" Morning, dad, mom. You're all set, I see." He stated, noting the scattered stuff all over the room.
" Yes, we were just waiting for you to wake up. I hope you won't mind cleaning these up?" His mother asked.
" Uh, sure, got it."
" Enough chit-chat, let's get going. " Ron interrupted and each one of them grabbed a bag, carrying it over to the sleek cabriolet waiting in the driveway. Sam noted how different it looked compared to the Camaro standing beside it. He absently placed the bag in the trunk and embraced his parents. Ron pulled out in a second and soon they were gone from the sight.
He gently placed a hand on the Camaro's hood and let it glide down the shiny paint. He felt something push against him and when he looked down, the car was closer to him. He snatched the hand away, staring at the now peaceful car.
Must be just me. Great, Sam, now you started hallucinating. He congratulated himself internally and scoffed, walking up to the Camaro again and placing his hand on the hood. To his bewilderment, the car moved again and he saw it. This time, the teenager jumped away from it in shock.
" W-what...?" He muttered.
To his greater surprise, the buzzing of the radio started.
Hello, Sam.
A mechanical voice came from the inside. Sam's eyes widened and he took a step back, prepared to bolt inside any second. A yelp escaped his throat when the car jerked back.
No, no, easy. I won't hurt you, I promise.
Sam gulped and somehow managed to stay in place. " My car is talking to me!" rang through his head at 100 mph. He managed a response.
" Whoa," He breathed out, " What is going on?"
He could swear that the car huffed.
I am talking to you Sam, obviously.
" Who are you? Is someone controlling my car? In my car?" He asked, frowning deeply.
You are kidding me, right? Look, just get in, I'll explain.
The door swung open and the car neared in. Sam realized that nobody is controlling the Camaro. It. Is. Alive.
" N-no. This is so not happening." He said, panickedly stepping back. The door closed back and the car spoke. It sounded...amused.
Suit yourself.
Camaro's engine revved and it swiftly pulled back and exited the driveway. Sam stood frozen in place. You car drove off. His brain reminded him and the teenager ran for the garage to grab a bike. In his haste he dropped the phone but did not care. He drove out way to fast and caused some angry yells as he crossed the street to join the bicycle path. He turned the pedals like crazy, his eyes scanning for the yellow car. He spotted it making a sharp turn through a narrow street and sped up. The wheel slammed into something hard and sent Sam flying off the bike and onto the hard concrete path. He groaned as he sat up and heard laughter.
" Shush! Sam? What are you chasing after?" A familiar voice asked him and his eyes met Mikaela's. The girl was chatting with her friends casualy, before he slammed before them.
" My...car." He muttered and stood up, getting on the bicycle again despite the pain in his head and resuming his chase.
Mikaela stared after him confused as her friends burst out laughing and commented on his clumsiness. His car? She watched him disappear behind the curve and for a moment wondered did someone steal it. And he was stupid enough to follow them?
She turned to her friends with a sweet smile and excused herself, making her way to the black bike parked nearby. Its dark color matched her leather jacket perfectly, complimented by a blue-and-black helmet. The engine started and she took off in Sam's direction. The street was empty and she wondered how fast the boy was going. She kept driving though, knowing that there are no side streets here.
After 15 minutes or so Mikaela reached the abandoned park, on the town's edge itself. She noticed Sam's bicycle on the grass and pulled over, carefully getting off and walking forward. She did not walk for long before she heard voiced behind the door of a sizeable warehouse, abandoned a long time ago.
She sneakily approached, only to see...Sam talking to his car! A voice was coming from at and she frowned. Coming out of the shade, she called out.
" Hey, Sam! What is going on!?"
Sam's head snapped towards her and she clearly saw the car turn as well. Was someone else there? But how did it turn like that? Warily, she approached.
" Um, hey, Mikaela." Sam greeted her sheepishly. His hair was a sweaty mess and there was a bleeding gash on his forehead, which she guessed was from his previous fall. The headlights on the car were on.
" Sam. What in the blazes of Hell is happening? Why were you running like rabid dog after your car?" She repeated the question in a slightly alarmed voice as she stared at the boy and his Camaro. She flinched when the car moved forward on its own and the radio came to life.
Hi Mikaela.
The girl was caught off guard, but did not jump. Instead, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously, sending a glance to Sam.
" Don't look at me! It just started talking to me this morning and led me here. It says it has to show me something. I know, crazy. I...I think it is alive."
Mikaela scoffed in disbelief. " It is a car, Sam. There has to be an explanation better than a living car."
She turned away from Sam and slowly approached the Camaro. However, as her hand reached the door, the car jerked back and a whirring noise was heard. What happened next none of them could foresee. The Camaro's parts started moving and the car transformed. Now, the pair was looking in bright azure pair of eyes that belonged to a tall being of yellow color. It was humanoid in form. It looked a like a robot and it crouched down to be at eye level with the two.
" He is not kidding. Not dead, see?" The thing spoke in a clear mechanical voice and flexed its fingers. Sam and Mikaela stared at it, unsure of whether they should flee or stay.
The robot-looking thing towered above them, staring intensly as if it was studying them or expecting an answer. Mikaela cleared her throat and took a step forward, ignoring Sam's hand that tried to hold her back.
" Hi. Um, what are you?"
The robot tilted its head and something that looked like a smile appeared on its face.
" Who. My name is Bumblebee. I am an Autobot, from Cybertron. Pleased to meet you! I think that is how introductions are done here..." He trailed off.
Mikaela frowned, but was more relaxed now.
" Autobot? Cybertron? You are not a robot?"
She took a quick step back as the creature, Bumblebee, she reminded herself, pulled his arm up in an offended fashion. It straightened up and she marginally noted how it looked like a human.
" Robot? Ya mean, those dumb machines your race makes? Primus no! I am from a planet called Cybertron. Does everything humanoid seem like a robot to you?with" Sorry! It's just...we don't get many... aliens?... here on Earth. I did not mean to offend." Mikaela replied. Sam finally decided to come closer and now he was observing Bumblebee.
" So, uh, Bumblebee? I think you know, but still, I'm Sam Witwicky." He slowly said, wondering about the alien's name. It seemed like it noticed.
" That is the best translation in Earth language. I don't think you could pronounce it in cybertronian. Nice to meet ya, Sammy." Bumblebee said, looking pleased with Sam's face when he used his least favorite nickname.
" So, " Mikaela interjected, " Why are you here on Earth disguised as an ancient Chevrolet Camaro? Are you...an enemy?"
" Yeah! Finally to the point. My kind is looking for a lost artifact that provides our planet's life. It was lost in a war, and both sides, good and bad, are looking for it. Look, I cannot tell you everything. My boss, as you say, will be here soon. You are related to all this, Sam. I cannot say yet."
" A war? But how do we know you are not the evil side? What if you are just using us? If your ways are different than ours so we don't see it?"
Bumblebee tilted his head slightly as he, Mikaela noticed, does when he is thinking. His eyes darkened and they stood in silence.
" That is a good point, Mikaela. I can't see a way to prove you wrong. Here. " Bumblebee transformed back to the Camaro, headlights flashing for a second.
" The others will join me tonight at...21:00 your time. Meet me here one...hour before. Choose to believe me or not. Sam, we depend on your decision. " He finished and swiftly exited the building in reverse. The pair could hear him driving away in the distance.
Sam breathed in deeply and flopped down on the ground to already sitting Mikaela. He leaned his elbows on his knees and lowered his head.
" Sam? You okay?" Mikaela asked carefully.
The boy looked up with a light chuckle.
" Yeah, I just...Did not expect to meet a real alien...Disguised as my car...I-it's strange. What do we do?"
" He said that they, whoever they are, need you. I am not sure whether we should trust Bumblebee or not. I mean, it could be a trap, who knows what do they need. Or it might be the truth. "
" I know. Still, who meets an alien, huh?" Sam replied.
Mikaela grinned and extended an arm for Sam to get up. They exited the building and walked in the park, both in deep thoughts. They picked up their rides.
" My car is an alien, and it wants me to meet other aliens. They need...me? Why? I might die this evening. I don't want to die, " Sam thought, " But what if I won't? It's an alien..."
They reached the gates. Mikaela placed her hand on the metal fence and felt it burning in the sun. The morning was far already.
" So, Sam, will we see each other here at eight?" She asked.
The boy swallowed hard and looked Mikaela in the eye.
" Y-yes, I guess...I -Yeah."
Mikaela smiled and opened the gate. She gracefully mounted her motorbike and placed her helmet on. She lifted the visor to look at Sam one more time.
" I think no one else should know of this, Sam. "
He barely had the time to nod and step back as she started the powerful engine and sped away. He sighed and mounted his bicycle, but unlike her, did not hurry. He arrived home at noon, fairly tired and hungry. His Camaro was nowhere in sight and Sam shuddered at the thought of his parents arriving before they should.
He opened the door on the right and entered the wide kitchen of light-colored walls and long curtains on the window. The impeccable order inside was the courtesy of his mother and Sam was grateful for the small breakfast she had left for him despite her hurry. He ate in silence and wondered about Bumblebee. It all seemed surreal, the car, the aliens. He felt fear creep up to him again but pushed it back as he thought of Mikaela's confident stance as she talked to the being that could kill her with one finger.
Mikaela grunted as she slammed the heavy box of metal parts on the workshop table.
" Heavy as hell, aren't you? Better be worth this. " She pointed her finger towards the rusty rover, leaning against the wall to steady her breathing and briefly glancing at the ancient clock high up on the wall. A few hours passed since she and that weird boy Sam parted and naturally, Mikaela's mind was on Bumblebee.
The excitement she felt did not falter since the morning, the tiny voice sending warnings now completely ignored. She did not believe that she will die anytime soon, especially not when meeting a new species and she laughed at sci-fi movies. So paranoid, she thought and resumed her work on her father's rusty rover, chuckling to herself.
" I wonder, what does the Sam have to do with them? Whoever they are...I thought he would pee his pants. "
Warmth spread throught the air and it felt humid. The two figures that were strolling down the street under the street lights were both dressed in T-shirts and jeans and talked casually, invoking no suspicion from a rare others walking around. When they were almost alone, they quitely slipped away in the narrow street leading out of the town. Once safe, they began to run straight towards the iron gates of an abandoned park.
They shared a look upon noticing that they are parted, as if a car passed through them. Warilly, they sneaked inside, constantly looking out for other people. There was no sign of a car on the grass. Sam looked around and pointed to the old warehouse in the corner. Mikaela wordlessly nodded and followed him. They breathed a sigh of relief as the sight of a yellow camaro greeted them. Bumblebee shifted and flashed his headlights at them.
" Hey." Sam nervously waved.
Hey, Sam, Mikaela. You came. Awesome.
The driver's and the passanger's doors opened, inviting them to get in. The two shared a look.
" We got this far. " Mikaela whispered and walked to the passangers seat, inspecting it for a brief moment.
Sam swallowed and followed her lead, entering the driver's seat. He hesitantly placed his hands on the steering wheel.
You drive, Sam. I will give you directions. Oh, and don't ditch us...
Sam snorted and turned the key. The engine revved and they drove out of the warehouse with Bumblebee giving the directions. The headlights threw their light far and two teens noticed that they are leaving the town as the houses became scarce and the road bumpy. Finally, they arrived at a dirt road and started following it.
" Your friends chose a hidden spot. " Stated Mikaela.
Yeah, with your way o' landing, it's the best.
Bumblebee chuckled at the last part and complimented Sam's driving.
Soon, the road came to and end and a meadow stretched as far as the eye could see. They exited the car and the smell of flowers and dew filled their lungs. The sky was so deep blue and the stars could be seen all they way to the horizon. Behind them, Bumblebee transformed.
" I like this part of your planet. " He commented, following their gazes.
" Now, look to the stars. "
Mikaela and Sam gazed into the sky and held their breaths. High, high up some of the stars seemed to move, but they were not stars. With great speed they enlarged and they could see giant fireballs arching through the nightsky. Somehow, neither of them thought about moving and they looked at Bumblebee, whose eyes were locked on the flaring spheres. They changed direction, now heading for the meadow. The two watched in awe as they hit the green surface with such force that they send chunks of soil flying as they rolled. The fire was out and now the rock-like structures remained. A cracking noise filled the air as white lines formed on the spheres. A moment later, they exploded, sending another wave of rocks in the air. Something moved in the dark. Six tall figures. They turned to the three and their bright bue eyes stood out in the darkness as they moved forward.
" Finally..." Bumblebee muttered and placed a bright light source on the ground. Sam and Mikaela took a nervous step back as the tall figures came into the light.
" Welcome, boss. " Bumblebee spoke and the largest figure bowed its head slightly. It was a creature of similar look to Bumblebee, but much taller and appeared to have tougher build. His color was blue with hints of crimson here and there.
" At last, Bumblebee. " He spoke calmly in a baritone voice. His attention turned to the small figured hiding behing Bumblebee and moved closer to them.
" You must be Samuel Witwicky and Mikaela Banes?"
They stepped into the light, nodding. His presence was calming, somehow.
" I am Optimus Prime, the leader of Autobots from planet Cybertron. It is an honor to meet you. "
" We are glad to meet you as well. " Mikaela politely said and Sam nodded again.
Another Autobot stepped closer, this one shorter and completely black. He aimed a spinning weapon, a canon of sorts, at them and grinned wickedly.
" Hello, punk. "
Sam's eyes widened but he and Mikaela stayed glued in the place. Optimus glared at the smaller Autobot and the other huffed.
" Ironhide. "
" Awh, come on Prime! I was just showing them my canons. Anyway, I'm Ironhide, Weapons Specialist. " The black Autobot said, retracting his cannons.
" Glad to meet you, Ironhide. " Replied Sam, relaxing again. Behind him Mikaela smiled a little.
" And what is your name?" She asked the tall green Autobot with elegant black designs on his chest, with his wires perfectly covered unlike Bumbebee's.
" My name is Ratchet. I am the chief medical officer. " He said, nodding slightly. His voice was rough and stern.
Two more Autobots neared in. One was very small compared to others, thin and deep blue. The other was tall, silver-colored and sleek.
" My name is Arcee. " The smaller one said. He voice was more high-pitched and melodic than others' voices.
" Sideswipe. " The silver Autobot said.
" Wow. We are honored to meet you all. You English is excellent, how did you learn it?" Mikaela asked.
" Our bodies have the ability to transmitt signals at great distances. Once Bumblebee learned the language, he sent us the data. " Ratchet explained, obviously pleased with the question.
" And why are you here?" Asked Sam.
Optimus lowered himself so as to look the both humans in the eye as he spoke.
" As I am certain Bumblebee here mentioned, we are Autobots of Cybertron, a planet far from yours. For hundreds of years in your time, a war has been raging on. "
Optimus placed his hand on the side oh his head, next to a horn-like part. A holographis image appeared, showing a planet with metal surface and hundreds of Autobots. The picture shifted to a devilish-looking creature with red eyes and to those behind it, simillar. A cube appeared, carried away from them. Explosion after explosion, the world fell apart, its fields covered by fallen and their blood, bright blue in color. The last show was that of the cube flying away and the world turning to darkness.
Mikaela and Sam watched it with horror written on their faces.
" What you saw was Megatron. He is the leader of the Decepticons, a vile faction set on one thing: exterminating the Autobot race and claiming the AllSpark, Cybertron's life source. With Autobots wiped out, they can spread our ciilization to the surrounding planets, turning them to metal regardless of the life on them. Sending the AllSpark away was necessary. They found out our plan years later and Megatron himself went after it, causing us to send our scouts. They led us here. " Optimus finished in grave voice.
" But what does that have to do with me?" Inquired Sam.
Optimus' gaze shifted to the boy. " Apparently, Megatron arrived at this planet and somehow imprinted a map to the AllSpark on an object that is now in your possesion. However, his signature dissappeared and it is possible that he crashlanded somehwere on this planet. "
" The object appears to be the glasses on the table in the "kitchen", as you call it. I have spotted them through the window. " Bumblebee interjected quickly, sending an apologetic look to Optimus. The latter simply nodded at him.
" These "glasses" hold the map to the AllSpark, Sam. "
Sam ran a hand over his forehead, uncomfortable under all the stares. He looked at Optimus and then at Bumblebee.
" You're telling me that he would have destroyed Earth if he hadn't crashed? Jesus...And he destroyed you planet too?"
" Yes. "
" You need my grandfather's glasses? Okay, no problem. I can get them for you. This is just...I don't know, weird, you know? And scary. I suppose you don't want other people knowing?"
" That is correct." Replied Optimus.
" Then, can you give us a ride home, Bumblebee? You guys can just wait here for us." Mikaela suggested. Optimus agreed and Bumblebee soon transformed back into his Camaro form. The two slipped inside and the doors closed.
Oh, and guys, call me Bee.
Mikaela and Sam grinned. " Okay, Bee. Let's go get your map." The rest of the Autobots watched as their youngest drove off.
Ratched put the light out and sat on the ground, huffing.
" Do you think we can trust them, Prime? You remember what we saw?"
Their leader remained silent for some time.
" I am not certain, Ratchet. But let's hope that we can. "
" If he is here, AllSpark will awaken him soon. " Arcee added.
" I know. And he is here. "